Lawrence BUGEJA

Son, Devoted husband, Eternally Cherished father, Brother, Friend, Respected Customs Officer.

My father, Lawrence, k/a Lorry was born in Stepney, London on December 2, 1954. He was the eldest son of Giovanna Mallia and Lorenzo Bugeja. He was united in holy matrimony to Mary Doris Micallef on May 4th 1978 at age 23. 

He served as a customs officer and excise guard, loved and deeply respected by all his Customs colleagues to date, a devoted husband till the very end, a loving father to both his children, Stefan and Jo Ann, an authentic, creative soul who loved so unconditionally, a brilliant mind, a genuine heart, the epitome of honesty.

You are worthy of nothing less than my deepest admiration, everlasting appreciation and respect. I love you today, tomorrow and for all eternity. You will reside in my heart till I draw my last breath, Papa’. 

My most loving Papá, it’s been a year since your beautiful soul flew to heaven on December 17th, 2021.

I am because you were. So much of me is made from what I learned from you. We shared the same personality, temperament and love of music, film, languages, writing, appreciation of art and the aesthetics, perceptiveness, dreams for a better tomorrow, unshakable strength and a hopeful, persistent spirit. 

It doesn’t matter how far I go in life, I will always be your Little Girl and you’ll always be my loving father and guardian angel.

The sacrifices you made for our family everyday knew no bounds and you have my deepest admiration and utmost respect for your integrity, loyalty, dedication, selflessness and unconditional love.

Sending a limitless supply of warm, affectionate daughterly hugs and kisses up to paradise.

You left a legacy of love and memories for us to cherish forevermore.

Not a single day goes by that I don’t think or speak about you. I miss you and love you everyday.

I wish that I could still talk to you and tell you about my day, ask you about yours, prepare your favourite chocolate yoghurt covered strawberries and embrace you lovingly one more time. I miss us sharing poems, letters, greeting cards for no reason, and phone calls.

I miss the way you made me laugh and how you understood me like no other coz we were one of the same down to our identical penmanship and shoulder moles. Is it any wonder that I call you the mirror of my soul?

Your love is forever imprinted in my heart and your spirit lives on in me till the end of my days.

Today I light a candle for my most cherished angel up in heaven in remembrance of his beautiful soul, his remarkable strength and unwavering hope till the very end and a heart so genuine and pure, it oozed nothing short of love and compassion. Through that love, my darling Papá, we’ll remain forever united 🕯🕊🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🕯🕊